Playing Inside
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.
Sometimes I close my eyes to see
what’s going on inside.
At first, it just looks dark, but then
my mind’s eyes open wide.
I wrote a good story but something went wrong.
I had all the characters where they belong.
The setting was great, and the word use was strong.
The length was just right … not too short, not too long.
Vote 4 me!
I am running for Vice President.
Vote 4 me!
I will give you one hundred percent.
Vote 4 me!
If you want changes made, I’m your man.
Vote 4 me!
I will serve any way that I can.
Boo hoo hoo, I’ve got the flu.
I caught it, but it caught me too.
Do you think it would let me be
if I yelled “Ally-all-come-free!”?
If you liked this poem, you might enjoy reading Pox Stampede.
Now we have the coronavirus to deal with, too. Wish I could find a better hiding place than stuck in my house!
My little brother copies me.
He does just what I do.
He lugs around a baseball bat
and wears my shinguards too.
My favorite day is Monday.
That’s the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.
My hero is the kind of guy
who hang glides upside down,
who skis on one ski, backwards,
and yells “Score!” when he falls down.
I did not lose.
There’s just no way.
I played a perfect
game today.